The Sweet Touch of Melancholy.
History has passed me by.
‘Tis with a sweet touch of melancholy,
I reflect upon my mood today,
‘Twas one of a multiple of simple sayings,
My Irish gran’ had perchance to say..
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“What you have not gained by age forty-five,
You will never have, no matter the age you survive”.
Now here I am, accrued my three score and ten,
And what I have not gained comes to taunt me again.
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My moment in history has indeed passed me by,
That moment most desirous for myself to say,
“I am surrounded by what best pleases me, I may,
Now indulge in delightful fantasies, night and day”.
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But now, in this ghastly, digitalised, parody of life,
I tread soft footfalls to avoid unnecessary strife,
Trying to conjure those spirits of esoteric, fantastic ,
Who do nought but tease me, dancing delightfully erotic.
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My moment in history may have passed me by,
But in this velvet hiatus of aged life I lay,
Kaleidoscope dreams embracing me by night,
To secure me from snares the wild world lays.
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And though I ought regret those few chances lost,
They were but fliting moments, chanced on a coin’s toss,
So ‘twould be churlish to recall such opportunity missed,
Then go curse life and all it promised..as but a Judas kiss.
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